Wondering day and night,
Listening to false accusations
Reminiscing the mind,
The empowerment of words
How to speak, how to write
To consume or sacrifice the
Ritual is not of any importance.
Decision making is not a step,
Nights fly away in the tempest of mist,
Evenings go by and reckless abandonment
Traps my body, dreaming without dreaming, sleeping
Without sleeping, heavy breathes are trapped inside my soul.
Conceal our hearts.
It seems as if you are becoming more than a poet.
Maybe I am tripping or becoming a prophet.